Ah. Time. Now that was another roaring issue that would have to be addressed soon. With the farm now entirely on her shoulders, research in the guild and lessons on top of that, not to mention everything that had to be done before the Fiat Lux, Maea predicted she would either have to stop sleeping or find someone to help with the chores. Flowerbirth was always a busy time of year but this was bordering on the insane, and the underlying cause... was incredibly hard to accept.
"Thank you" she told Sam. "It is really kind of you. I'll have to find a way to repay you..."
Shying away from the subject as though it might bite if examined too closely, she looked up as Jigano returned with a canopy and other tools. Smiling shyly at the praise and nodding in confirmation of Sam's summary, the exprassion faded as soon as she thought none of them were looking. While indeed pleased with the unexpected turn of events, her heart was still too raw to hold on to any joy for very long. Smiling was a chore, making conversation a strain... But so was doing anything at all. What Maea really needed was probably to talk to someone about what had happened, take a break and allow herself to grieve properly. Stubbornness was a flaws of hers however and she feared stopping for even a second, terrified that if she did, she might never get back on her feet again.
Taking the chance to rest while the others set up the awning, Maea fell silent. A deep heavy quiet, that had her gaze trail off into the distance as though her thoughts had taken her far, far away.
"Thank you" she told Sam. "It is really kind of you. I'll have to find a way to repay you..."
Shying away from the subject as though it might bite if examined too closely, she looked up as Jigano returned with a canopy and other tools. Smiling shyly at the praise and nodding in confirmation of Sam's summary, the exprassion faded as soon as she thought none of them were looking. While indeed pleased with the unexpected turn of events, her heart was still too raw to hold on to any joy for very long. Smiling was a chore, making conversation a strain... But so was doing anything at all. What Maea really needed was probably to talk to someone about what had happened, take a break and allow herself to grieve properly. Stubbornness was a flaws of hers however and she feared stopping for even a second, terrified that if she did, she might never get back on her feet again.
Taking the chance to rest while the others set up the awning, Maea fell silent. A deep heavy quiet, that had her gaze trail off into the distance as though her thoughts had taken her far, far away.
